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Hey a new years story! Happy Donk Year! So this is a fun little story me and a friend of mine who wishes to remain anonymous cooked up. Enjoy!
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Asine Reformation
By born2beagator
Barry smirked as he pushed the slip across the table to his employee, Sarah. The girl was a weirdo, and he was pretty sure she was into witchcraft of some sort. Yet by all accounts she was liked in the office. He didn’t care. He didn’t like strange people. So today, he was firing her. He waited for her to open the slip.
Sarah’s eyes widened. She held up the slip of paper “You have no reason to fire me! Look at the reason: disorderly conduct! When did I do that?!”
The boss thought quickly. “It’s very simple. It’s that stupid ass you keep at the park. You forgot her food and it spoiled in our fridge!”
“Oh, you mean Sally? Have you seen the way people pet her? If I were going to have a say in it, she’s been bringing more business to the park, rather than driving people away.”
“That jackass? Yeah right. She’s a smelly animal. And no I don’t care that I called her a male donkey. All of them are the same. Smelly, dumb, jackasses….and you left her food in the fridge to spoil!” Barry said accusingly.
“What if she likes her food spoiled? How about I spoil your-- wait, you hate donkeys in the park, right? Anddd I’m fired for good, correct?”
“Too right you are.” Barry said.
“Alright then. I quit.” she said blatantly, and stormed off “You’re about to have a whole new problem on your hands.” She said as she slid past the doorway.
Barry just laughed and scowled at the horrified looks of his underlings. Being the boss was good.
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“Fire me will you?” Sarah said, as she stomped her way to the park. “Does he have any idea who he’s dealing with?!” she pulled her spell book out of her pocket, and flipped the pages to the “enchantments” chapter.
By all accounts she was a healthy specimen. Long ears, long tail with a silky black tassel, and well groomed to boot. “You’re perfect.” she said to her donkey, and started chanting ancient words, holding her hands above the animal.
The donkey cocked her head in confusion and brayed. It clearly wasn’t used to what it’s owner was doing. The ground shook, and the animal brayed, then it was done. “There there.” she said, and lifted a paper from Barry’s work desk to the donkey’s nose, to remember the scent. “You’ll know what to do when old Barry comes walking around.” she cackled
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Barry walked out of his office smugly and headed towards the park. He wasn’t done with Sarah. Or rather, Sarah’s donkey. He was going to show the ass what he thought of her. Entering the park, he ignored the other people and headed for the paddock where the animal was kept.
“Hey jackass! Come here you stupid animal, I got something for you!” Barry yelled as he came to a stop at the fence. The donkey backed up to the sight of the man it knew as the ‘mean one’.
Barry knew how to get to these stupid things. He held out a carrot. The donkey sat there for a minute looking at Barry, then the carrot, the donkey opened it’s mouth and went for the carrot.
“That’s it girl...come closer.” Barry said in a kind voice. The donkey did so, head nearly to Barry’s hand.
Barry smirked and yanked the animal’s ears cruelly. “That’s what I think of you!!!” He said, relishing the donkey’s pained bray. The animal reached out and bit Barry on the hand.
“OW!!!” He yelped and looked down, there were teeth marks on his hand from the huge blocky teeth. He glared at the animal. “That’s what I needed. You are glue once I call the authorities!” He said and left the paddock smugly, heading back into the park.
Barry didn’t know why, but he abruptly felt hungry, hungry for something green. But he pushed it out. There was Sarah. “Hey see this!?” He held up his hand showing the bite marks. “Your animal is dead!”
Sarah glanced over to the donkey “Looks perfectly alive to me.” she said.
“You know what I meant. She bit me. I’ll have her out of here by tomorrow.” Barry yelled smugly still brandishing the teeth marks at Sarah as if they were a weapon.
“Oh, she bit you. She only does that to jerks.” she remarked casually.
“I’ll have the last laugh you witch.” Barry said turning around and heading for his favorite restaurant. The chinese buffet’s smells were enough to lead Barry in any day. He wandered over to the salad bar, why did they have these tongs to lift out the salad, why not just take a bite right out of the dish?
“Well. I’m a CEO. I’m too important to waste time.” Barry said confidently as he got a bowl and began grabbing salad by the handful and stuffing it in the bowl before returning to his table. He sat there and stared at the bowl for a few minutes, hand itching lightly. He scratched the palm of his hand which felt… hard? He ignored it, and dipped his face right into the salad. Barry had never been a fan of greens but today they were heavenly. He sucked them down greedily, hardly pausing to chew.
He ran over to the salad bar, and pushed has face into the dish, and started gulping down the food, wanting more, to satisfy his stomach. Before long he’d emptied the salad bar. He felt full and happy. Looking down, he saw that his belly was protruding a bit from his work shirt. He just giggled, and suddenly realized he was still hungry! He sat down at his table and waited for the waiter. The waiter came out, looking at the display of the man. He seemed a bit short for an adult, noticing the bits of salad on his shirt. “What can I help you with, sir?”
Barry smiled at the waiter. “Hungry!” He said simply. For some reason, it was more important to him to get more things to stuff his face with than form stupid sentences. He talked all day after all. Soon enough four more plates were placed in front of Barry. His hands started to ache, and his nose seemed a bit farther from his face than usual.
But he looked at the plates in disgust. “Meat!? I don’t want meat! Listen, if this establishment can’t serve a high class citizen like me I’ll just go eat at the park!” He said angrily. The waiter brought out two extra plates of noodles, green things, and anything but meat. Barry didn’t notice, but his ears began to stretch ever so slightly.
“You incompetent weasel! I want salad!!!” Barry practically yelled. The server gave Barry and a cold stare, then came back with two more plates of salad.
“Your salad… sir.” he said between gritted teeth.
Barry just grunted and plunged face first into the greens, eating noisily. Somehow Barry could hear laughter across the room, and a few snickers with people holding up their hands to their mouths. Attention had been drawn to him after his bout with the waiter. But he didn’t care. It served the jackass right. Besides. Getting fatter was more important. Being nice and plump was a sign of health and status, and he needed lots of greens for that! He wasn’t leaving here till he could see his bare belly sticking out from between his pants and his shirt! He yelled for the waiter again.
The waiter came with more salad and laid down two extra plates of greens.
Barry snorted and lowered his face into the greens. He didn’t eat like his life depended on it this time. He ate slowly, sucking up each succulent morsel and chewing it, savoring the taste. He let himself sink into the monotony of eating. More snickers followed his eating as most guests stopped their meal, and just stared at the strange man whose ears kept stretching and nose pushed out.
The boss looked down at his shirt, hoping that he’d eaten enough. His belly had indeed slipped from the underside of his shirt, as it was plump and full, he patted it and looked around. “What are all you jackasses looking at?” He stood up. “Jealous of this?” He asked showing off his overweight belly protruding from under his shirt. One man, face red, fell out of his seat in laugher.
“What the hell is everyone’s problem!?” Barry exclaimed as more and more people started snickering at him.
“Look at the short, fat man!” Another pointed, even the waiter was hiding his grin with his hand. A kid started pounding on the table in hysteria. Barry’s nose pushed out another inch. Barry knew he needed to get home soon, he got in his car, revved up the engine and drove home.
“What was with the people in that place? Think they’d never seen a man eat. Bunch of animals!” Barry scoffed as he walked in. “Jackie! I’m home!” He called.
“Well hello honey, how’d your day at work go? Did you finally get rid of that donkey?” she asked.
“Not yet. Working on it. I did get a good meal though!” Barry said, patting his fat belly.
“And that ‘witch’?” she asked.
“Fired her ass!” He said contentedly. “I showed them all.” I said arrogantly.
“I’m sure you did the right thing. I made you dinner honey.” She pulled out a plate of chicken.
Barry snorted. “What is this?”
“Chicken?” she said.
He scowled at his wife. “How dare you! You are making fun of me! You are just like the animals at the restaurant!”
“I-I didn’t make fun of you.” she said tearing up.
“You know I can’t eat meat!!!” He said savagely. “Hawwwwww dare you!”
“But you said you loved meat, I made this chicken just for you!” she said.
“How can you be this dumb! You know what? I think we are done. A strong man like me needs a mate that will make the correct meals.” Barry said sternly.
His wife slammed down the chicken and walked out of the house. Barry sat down on his couch smugly. Today had been a good day. He’d shown up a lot of stupid people that annoyed him, and he’d even gotten rid of an unsuitable wife! He flipped on his TV wondering what was on the tube.
An advertisement showing lawn fertilizer in an open field projected on the screen. Barry stretched out his feet, which had become much skinnier. He gave a snort of disgust. Fertilizer on that nice green field? Yuck. He flipped the channel, there had to be something else on. A show with a farm hit the screen as it went through the various animals. Barry stopped the channel here and watched with interest. They went past the cows, chickens, then the donkeys. As Barry shifted his nostrils widened and his teeth grew longer.
He found himself staring at the donkeys. They were the definition of the perfect employee. Hard working, too dumb to want pay, too dumb to talk back. He twisted and turned as he could not get a comfortable position in his chair, it felt like his whole face was in front of his eyes rather than parallel to them, must be the headache he had. His phone buzzed, and he saw he had been called into a work meeting.
Sighing, he got into his car and drove to work. He was taking a vacation after today, a long one. Pulling into the parking lot, he got out of his vehicle and waddled into the conference room. “Ah, Barry, good to see you made it, have a seat.” said the CEO.
He sat down, the chair creaking satisfyingly. He had to be over 300 pounds now! The CEO kept rambling on about plans, and how to manage the parks better, blah, blah, blah. Barry started scratching his rear, something felt off.
He saw a paper in front of him. He picked it up curiously, sniffing at it. Without really thinking he began to nibble on it. “Barry, is there something you would like to add” said the vice president of the company.
“Mmm?” Barry looked up. “Sorry? Didn’t hear you.”
“You’re eating our marketing plans, Barry.” said the CEO.
Barry looked down at the shredded paper. “Uh...sorry sir.” He said slightly confused. Why was that a bad thing? There was green on it. Green was for eating wasn’t it?
“As I was saying…” He went back to his slideshow. Barry felt it again, a bump above his rear poked out, not all at once, but in juts. Geez. Was he about to have an accident? He hadn’t had one of those since he was a kid. No this was different, the bump pushed out another few inches. Discreetly he reached a hand down the back of his pants and felt the three inch long protrusion. It was squishy, covered in velvety skin.
Becoming distracted, Barry started to explore the lump further, feeling it out. “Barry, do you need a drink?” said the vice president growing more impatient.
The changing man was about to respond when the lump pressed against the seat, and the pleasure hit. Mind numbing pleasure. He put both hands down, massaging the lump. “We invited you for a reason Barry. Are you even listening?” Barry was not as he continued to press his rear into the seat, enjoying every moment. The lump somehow bunching up in his pants. Finally it stopped. Something was rubbing against his bare skin. Something furry? He got up and turned around, showing himself off.
A burst of laughter broke out from the attendees of the meeting. Barry didn’t mind them, he was too distracted. The CEO starred with a very displeased expression.
Barry kept playing with the thing in his pants. He was beginning to guess what it was. But surprisingly, it excited him more than frightened him. It would make him more attractive to something. He couldn’t figure out just what that something was yet, but he knew he was going to meet his new wife soon. He got down on his hands and knees, the lump becoming apparent as it was outlined. Through the fabric, It looked like a rope with a mop of hair at the end..
The CEO aghast. What was that!? A worm? The seams began to part.
Barry braced himself on his hands and stuck his rear in the air, a stupid smile on his distended face. He closed his eyes in bliss as the seams ripped loudly and a brown donkey tail shot straight into the air and wiggled for a moment before falling limply behind him. Barry stood up and went back to his seat as if nothing had happened.
The CEO sat there perplexed as to what just happened. “Barry.” he said.
“Yes big boss man?” Barry said in a deep voice.
“I don’t know what joke you just pulled, or how you did it…” he said.
“What are you talking about?” Barry asked in confusion.
“The TAIL!” he said. “Ah, nevermind, just stop whatever you’re doing, and let’s get on with this.” he pointed back to his chart on the screen.
But Barry was more interested in a swaying feeling behind him. Looking back he saw a brown, furry rope. Gaping a bit, he reached back and pulled it around so it set in his lap. He felt his spine being pulled on. He started to pet what was clearly his new donkey tail. He scratched the underside, sighing in pleasure as it whipped back and forth. He gripped it in his hands as it squirmed, alive. Real. Something started to build in his throat, it felt like a massive belch. He threw his hands over his mouth and looked at his boss.
Almost as if Barry were holding back a hiccup, he could feel himself suppress a wave of… whatever it was in his throat begging to be let out… then a second time…this time it heaved him forward in his chair, drawing the attention of the table. Barry clamped his hands over rubbery lips. It was too late, his own face rebelled, pushing his hands away as a muzzle exploded out, and his already longer ears flopped into silly looking donkey ears. But all that mattered to him was the pressure seemed to be gone. He sighed in relief.
“Sorry sir. Continue please.” Barry said in a ridiculously deep voice that sounded like it was coming from his toes.
“Barry, let’s take a moment, shall we. Why do you feel the need to pull this? Is it something I did, do you want to prove something? Why are you interrupting this important meeting right now, with these good people that took their time to show up? Explain yours--” The CEO’s eyebrows arched. Barry was holding his hands over the fake donkey muzzle again. “What are you doing?” He asked, losing patience.
His whole body trembles with suspense as he started to lunge forward rhythmically. Vibrating especially in his throat. Finally, it started to hurt, and he let his hands fall away. “HEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” The sound was unmistakably real. But the relief was immediate for Barry. He smiled widely.
“Barry, YOU’RE FIRED!!!” he screamed red faced at him pointing his finger. The rest of the attendees started clapping and cheering.
“No I’m not...I found a mate!!!” Barry said in his deep voice standing up happily.
“Have fun Barry. We certainly will here without you.” he said nonchalantly waving him goodbye.
Barry just shrugged and waggled his ears. “No problem. I get to spend more time with Sally now.” Barry didn’t even bother to go to his car, he needed a walk. He flexed his hands, they were stiff and unresponsive. But this was a good thing. Now he just needed-yes! The fingers were merging together, nails a shiny black. The nails slowly covered his hands and squeezed them into a more proper shape, leaving him with two shiny black hooves on the end of his hairy arms. He could feel his feet stiffening too, but he needed to make it to Sally before it became to hard to walk, so he pressed on. He could hear a distant bray as his mate was calling out for him. Just for him. Man, was he lucky!
Sarah slid out from an alley way. “Hello there, Barry. New hairdo?”
Barry ran his arm as best he could over the spiky mohawk he sported. “Yes, do you like it Sarah?” He asked hopefully in a deep, rather dull voice.
“No.” she said flatly.
The words hit Barry like a ton of bricks. His ears drooped. “W-why?” He said, a slight sob to his voice. If Sarah didn’t like his mohawk what would Sally think?
“I know what you need to do! Sally loves dirty donkeys! If only there were a trash bin around here…” she said gesturing to the dumpster behind her.
“But that smells of human stuff. Sally won’t like that. Isn’t there another waEEEEE-HAWWWWW! To get me dirty?” Barry asked, ignorant of the bray breaking into his speech.
Sarah hesitated for a moment and took in the mutant. Aside from the lack of fur, hind legs, and proper stance, maybe he did want Sally. If he was that changed she couldn’t have her revenge. It’d be cruelty to animals. There was only one way to test it. “Barry, how about we go to your… favorite place? We can get you dirty in more than one way.” she asked him.
“Oh thaAWWWWWWt sounds good.” Barry said..
Sarah guided Barry to the rough part of town, neon lights blazed the streets with multicolored lights. She knew he had many mistresses, and knew just the place to find them. They walked into a building with three X’s on the sign. “Here we are.” she said.
He looked at the naked women on stage. But a moment he felt a stirring in the back of his mind, but it quickly disappeared. “What are we here to see?” He asked Sarah.
“You don’t recognize Britany over there?” Sarah asked pointing to one of his mistresses.
“I do. What is your point?” Barry asked, cocking his donkey head.
“And what do you think of her?” she asked.
“She’s ugly.” Barry said plainly. “Something is missing.”
“And what would that be?” she asked.
“Mmm….A nice ropey tail. Some floppy long ears… a huge rear end…” Barry said wistfully.
“Well, at least you want two new things… I’ll tell you what, I know someone with those.” She said.
Barry wasn’t done. “Yeah all those things. Plus some strong hooves...luxurious fur to rub against. A petite, yet long muzzle. One that will bray it’s love to me…” He finished, smiling widely.
Sarah could see a hint of Barry, but even that was clearly asine. It would not be fair to toss this donkey into the street like she had planned. This was no longer the man she knew as the boss that had mistreated her. “Come on… Jack. I have a friend for you to meet.”
Barry looked at Sarah as if he’d seen a ghost. “What did you call me?”
“Jack, you’re a jack now.” she said.
“Jack. Jack is a better name than Barry.” Suddenly a tear rolled down his increasingly fuzzy cheek. “Sarah?” He asked, deep voice breaking.
“What is it?” she said.
“I remember something. Was...was I MEEEEEEE-HAWWWW!!!” He let the bray out and continued. “Was I mean to you?”
“Very, and a lot of other people.” she said.
“Heeeeee-hawwwwwww…..” Barry let out a sad bray. “I’m...so...Hawwwwwww….sorry. I was bad.”
Sarah let out a sigh. Alright, this is a donkey, not Barry. “Come” she said.
Barry looked up. “You’ll still show me this friend?” He asked hopefully.
“Of course, but you need to be ready.” She said as she pulled out her spell book. She was about to chant the final spell, but the dull look on Barry...no Jack’s face told her all she needed to know. A small smile tugged at her lips. Her animal spells pulled out the inner animal of those she cast them on. The donkey bite had just been the catalyst. But she hadn’t expected just how far this would go. Usually people panicked. But not Jack. That meant there was some small part of Barry that was soft. The simple donkey mind had clearly taken hold of that and pushed the hard, douchebag human out. “You know what, nevermind.” She said, rubbing him behind an ear.
“Nevermind? We are still going right?” Jack asked, worried.
“Oh, we are.” she said. They left the club.
Jack smiled widely, flexing his stiff toes in his shoes. “What’s she like?” He asked wistfully as they headed towards the park.
“Exactly how you described her.” She said. She wasn’t doing this for Barry, not at all. She-wait. Maybe she was doing this for Barry. At least a part of him. His human body was just the template for Jack. She couldn’t create an animal mind from nothing. The human mind needed to change. The fact that Barry had recognized Britiany, and yet wished she had donkey features told her all she needed to know. The donkey part of his mind was in control. She smiled at the changing human.
“What are you happy about mistress?” Jack asked, noticing his owner’s smile.
“I’m happy I have a new friend.” she said with a smile.
Jack smiled widely, an extremely goofy expression with his finally complete muzzle. Suddenly his huge ears perked up. Before Sarah could say a word, Jack let out a loud bray and then seemed to be listening intently.
He heard a bray back. To the sound fur started to cover Jack, starting with his hands, it raced up his arms and went over his chest. It flowed over his body next his hips, then his legs.
“Go” Sarah said.
Jack was horribly itchy though. “Mistress….itch.” He said, trying to scratch at his chest with his hoof tipped, too long arms. There were things covering him!
“That’s fur silly.” She scratched his stomach for him “Now get down on all fours, you donkey.” she said.
Something clicked in his mind and he stopped itching for a moment. “Sally...is...donkey?”
“Yup.” she said “The one you wanted.”
Jack let out a joyful bray. But then started itching again. “Stuff...cover fur!” He said in distress.
Sarah helped him out of his shirt and trousers. “Donkey’s don’t need clothes, that better?”
But the now bare, two legged donkey was staring, transfixed, at a jenny a few yards away.
“Go already.” she said playfully.
Jack wobbled up next to the donkey and drank in her scent. He could feel himself growing heavy, both in body and mind. Things were becoming so simple. He looked at his hind hooves, trying to balance his now huge upper body. Suddenly Sally nudged him in his back and he fell forward onto his front hooves with a soft thud.
Sarah bent down and looked in his eyes. They were dull, brown, equine orbs. The donkey that had been Barry lipped through her hair. Before nuzzling up to it’s new jenny. Sarah stood up, satisfied. This had started as revenge, but in the end she had reformed Barry more completely than any therapy session ever could. She could make a profit off this, and find some lonely animals companionship at the same time. Come to think of it, she knew a girl who was a real...well….that’s for another day!
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Asine Reformation
By born2beagator
Barry smirked as he pushed the slip across the table to his employee, Sarah. The girl was a weirdo, and he was pretty sure she was into witchcraft of some sort. Yet by all accounts she was liked in the office. He didn’t care. He didn’t like strange people. So today, he was firing her. He waited for her to open the slip.
Sarah’s eyes widened. She held up the slip of paper “You have no reason to fire me! Look at the reason: disorderly conduct! When did I do that?!”
The boss thought quickly. “It’s very simple. It’s that stupid ass you keep at the park. You forgot her food and it spoiled in our fridge!”
“Oh, you mean Sally? Have you seen the way people pet her? If I were going to have a say in it, she’s been bringing more business to the park, rather than driving people away.”
“That jackass? Yeah right. She’s a smelly animal. And no I don’t care that I called her a male donkey. All of them are the same. Smelly, dumb, jackasses….and you left her food in the fridge to spoil!” Barry said accusingly.
“What if she likes her food spoiled? How about I spoil your-- wait, you hate donkeys in the park, right? Anddd I’m fired for good, correct?”
“Too right you are.” Barry said.
“Alright then. I quit.” she said blatantly, and stormed off “You’re about to have a whole new problem on your hands.” She said as she slid past the doorway.
Barry just laughed and scowled at the horrified looks of his underlings. Being the boss was good.
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“Fire me will you?” Sarah said, as she stomped her way to the park. “Does he have any idea who he’s dealing with?!” she pulled her spell book out of her pocket, and flipped the pages to the “enchantments” chapter.
By all accounts she was a healthy specimen. Long ears, long tail with a silky black tassel, and well groomed to boot. “You’re perfect.” she said to her donkey, and started chanting ancient words, holding her hands above the animal.
The donkey cocked her head in confusion and brayed. It clearly wasn’t used to what it’s owner was doing. The ground shook, and the animal brayed, then it was done. “There there.” she said, and lifted a paper from Barry’s work desk to the donkey’s nose, to remember the scent. “You’ll know what to do when old Barry comes walking around.” she cackled
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Barry walked out of his office smugly and headed towards the park. He wasn’t done with Sarah. Or rather, Sarah’s donkey. He was going to show the ass what he thought of her. Entering the park, he ignored the other people and headed for the paddock where the animal was kept.
“Hey jackass! Come here you stupid animal, I got something for you!” Barry yelled as he came to a stop at the fence. The donkey backed up to the sight of the man it knew as the ‘mean one’.
Barry knew how to get to these stupid things. He held out a carrot. The donkey sat there for a minute looking at Barry, then the carrot, the donkey opened it’s mouth and went for the carrot.
“That’s it girl...come closer.” Barry said in a kind voice. The donkey did so, head nearly to Barry’s hand.
Barry smirked and yanked the animal’s ears cruelly. “That’s what I think of you!!!” He said, relishing the donkey’s pained bray. The animal reached out and bit Barry on the hand.
“OW!!!” He yelped and looked down, there were teeth marks on his hand from the huge blocky teeth. He glared at the animal. “That’s what I needed. You are glue once I call the authorities!” He said and left the paddock smugly, heading back into the park.
Barry didn’t know why, but he abruptly felt hungry, hungry for something green. But he pushed it out. There was Sarah. “Hey see this!?” He held up his hand showing the bite marks. “Your animal is dead!”
Sarah glanced over to the donkey “Looks perfectly alive to me.” she said.
“You know what I meant. She bit me. I’ll have her out of here by tomorrow.” Barry yelled smugly still brandishing the teeth marks at Sarah as if they were a weapon.
“Oh, she bit you. She only does that to jerks.” she remarked casually.
“I’ll have the last laugh you witch.” Barry said turning around and heading for his favorite restaurant. The chinese buffet’s smells were enough to lead Barry in any day. He wandered over to the salad bar, why did they have these tongs to lift out the salad, why not just take a bite right out of the dish?
“Well. I’m a CEO. I’m too important to waste time.” Barry said confidently as he got a bowl and began grabbing salad by the handful and stuffing it in the bowl before returning to his table. He sat there and stared at the bowl for a few minutes, hand itching lightly. He scratched the palm of his hand which felt… hard? He ignored it, and dipped his face right into the salad. Barry had never been a fan of greens but today they were heavenly. He sucked them down greedily, hardly pausing to chew.
He ran over to the salad bar, and pushed has face into the dish, and started gulping down the food, wanting more, to satisfy his stomach. Before long he’d emptied the salad bar. He felt full and happy. Looking down, he saw that his belly was protruding a bit from his work shirt. He just giggled, and suddenly realized he was still hungry! He sat down at his table and waited for the waiter. The waiter came out, looking at the display of the man. He seemed a bit short for an adult, noticing the bits of salad on his shirt. “What can I help you with, sir?”
Barry smiled at the waiter. “Hungry!” He said simply. For some reason, it was more important to him to get more things to stuff his face with than form stupid sentences. He talked all day after all. Soon enough four more plates were placed in front of Barry. His hands started to ache, and his nose seemed a bit farther from his face than usual.
But he looked at the plates in disgust. “Meat!? I don’t want meat! Listen, if this establishment can’t serve a high class citizen like me I’ll just go eat at the park!” He said angrily. The waiter brought out two extra plates of noodles, green things, and anything but meat. Barry didn’t notice, but his ears began to stretch ever so slightly.
“You incompetent weasel! I want salad!!!” Barry practically yelled. The server gave Barry and a cold stare, then came back with two more plates of salad.
“Your salad… sir.” he said between gritted teeth.
Barry just grunted and plunged face first into the greens, eating noisily. Somehow Barry could hear laughter across the room, and a few snickers with people holding up their hands to their mouths. Attention had been drawn to him after his bout with the waiter. But he didn’t care. It served the jackass right. Besides. Getting fatter was more important. Being nice and plump was a sign of health and status, and he needed lots of greens for that! He wasn’t leaving here till he could see his bare belly sticking out from between his pants and his shirt! He yelled for the waiter again.
The waiter came with more salad and laid down two extra plates of greens.
Barry snorted and lowered his face into the greens. He didn’t eat like his life depended on it this time. He ate slowly, sucking up each succulent morsel and chewing it, savoring the taste. He let himself sink into the monotony of eating. More snickers followed his eating as most guests stopped their meal, and just stared at the strange man whose ears kept stretching and nose pushed out.
The boss looked down at his shirt, hoping that he’d eaten enough. His belly had indeed slipped from the underside of his shirt, as it was plump and full, he patted it and looked around. “What are all you jackasses looking at?” He stood up. “Jealous of this?” He asked showing off his overweight belly protruding from under his shirt. One man, face red, fell out of his seat in laugher.
“What the hell is everyone’s problem!?” Barry exclaimed as more and more people started snickering at him.
“Look at the short, fat man!” Another pointed, even the waiter was hiding his grin with his hand. A kid started pounding on the table in hysteria. Barry’s nose pushed out another inch. Barry knew he needed to get home soon, he got in his car, revved up the engine and drove home.
“What was with the people in that place? Think they’d never seen a man eat. Bunch of animals!” Barry scoffed as he walked in. “Jackie! I’m home!” He called.
“Well hello honey, how’d your day at work go? Did you finally get rid of that donkey?” she asked.
“Not yet. Working on it. I did get a good meal though!” Barry said, patting his fat belly.
“And that ‘witch’?” she asked.
“Fired her ass!” He said contentedly. “I showed them all.” I said arrogantly.
“I’m sure you did the right thing. I made you dinner honey.” She pulled out a plate of chicken.
Barry snorted. “What is this?”
“Chicken?” she said.
He scowled at his wife. “How dare you! You are making fun of me! You are just like the animals at the restaurant!”
“I-I didn’t make fun of you.” she said tearing up.
“You know I can’t eat meat!!!” He said savagely. “Hawwwwww dare you!”
“But you said you loved meat, I made this chicken just for you!” she said.
“How can you be this dumb! You know what? I think we are done. A strong man like me needs a mate that will make the correct meals.” Barry said sternly.
His wife slammed down the chicken and walked out of the house. Barry sat down on his couch smugly. Today had been a good day. He’d shown up a lot of stupid people that annoyed him, and he’d even gotten rid of an unsuitable wife! He flipped on his TV wondering what was on the tube.
An advertisement showing lawn fertilizer in an open field projected on the screen. Barry stretched out his feet, which had become much skinnier. He gave a snort of disgust. Fertilizer on that nice green field? Yuck. He flipped the channel, there had to be something else on. A show with a farm hit the screen as it went through the various animals. Barry stopped the channel here and watched with interest. They went past the cows, chickens, then the donkeys. As Barry shifted his nostrils widened and his teeth grew longer.
He found himself staring at the donkeys. They were the definition of the perfect employee. Hard working, too dumb to want pay, too dumb to talk back. He twisted and turned as he could not get a comfortable position in his chair, it felt like his whole face was in front of his eyes rather than parallel to them, must be the headache he had. His phone buzzed, and he saw he had been called into a work meeting.
Sighing, he got into his car and drove to work. He was taking a vacation after today, a long one. Pulling into the parking lot, he got out of his vehicle and waddled into the conference room. “Ah, Barry, good to see you made it, have a seat.” said the CEO.
He sat down, the chair creaking satisfyingly. He had to be over 300 pounds now! The CEO kept rambling on about plans, and how to manage the parks better, blah, blah, blah. Barry started scratching his rear, something felt off.
He saw a paper in front of him. He picked it up curiously, sniffing at it. Without really thinking he began to nibble on it. “Barry, is there something you would like to add” said the vice president of the company.
“Mmm?” Barry looked up. “Sorry? Didn’t hear you.”
“You’re eating our marketing plans, Barry.” said the CEO.
Barry looked down at the shredded paper. “Uh...sorry sir.” He said slightly confused. Why was that a bad thing? There was green on it. Green was for eating wasn’t it?
“As I was saying…” He went back to his slideshow. Barry felt it again, a bump above his rear poked out, not all at once, but in juts. Geez. Was he about to have an accident? He hadn’t had one of those since he was a kid. No this was different, the bump pushed out another few inches. Discreetly he reached a hand down the back of his pants and felt the three inch long protrusion. It was squishy, covered in velvety skin.
Becoming distracted, Barry started to explore the lump further, feeling it out. “Barry, do you need a drink?” said the vice president growing more impatient.
The changing man was about to respond when the lump pressed against the seat, and the pleasure hit. Mind numbing pleasure. He put both hands down, massaging the lump. “We invited you for a reason Barry. Are you even listening?” Barry was not as he continued to press his rear into the seat, enjoying every moment. The lump somehow bunching up in his pants. Finally it stopped. Something was rubbing against his bare skin. Something furry? He got up and turned around, showing himself off.
A burst of laughter broke out from the attendees of the meeting. Barry didn’t mind them, he was too distracted. The CEO starred with a very displeased expression.
Barry kept playing with the thing in his pants. He was beginning to guess what it was. But surprisingly, it excited him more than frightened him. It would make him more attractive to something. He couldn’t figure out just what that something was yet, but he knew he was going to meet his new wife soon. He got down on his hands and knees, the lump becoming apparent as it was outlined. Through the fabric, It looked like a rope with a mop of hair at the end..
The CEO aghast. What was that!? A worm? The seams began to part.
Barry braced himself on his hands and stuck his rear in the air, a stupid smile on his distended face. He closed his eyes in bliss as the seams ripped loudly and a brown donkey tail shot straight into the air and wiggled for a moment before falling limply behind him. Barry stood up and went back to his seat as if nothing had happened.
The CEO sat there perplexed as to what just happened. “Barry.” he said.
“Yes big boss man?” Barry said in a deep voice.
“I don’t know what joke you just pulled, or how you did it…” he said.
“What are you talking about?” Barry asked in confusion.
“The TAIL!” he said. “Ah, nevermind, just stop whatever you’re doing, and let’s get on with this.” he pointed back to his chart on the screen.
But Barry was more interested in a swaying feeling behind him. Looking back he saw a brown, furry rope. Gaping a bit, he reached back and pulled it around so it set in his lap. He felt his spine being pulled on. He started to pet what was clearly his new donkey tail. He scratched the underside, sighing in pleasure as it whipped back and forth. He gripped it in his hands as it squirmed, alive. Real. Something started to build in his throat, it felt like a massive belch. He threw his hands over his mouth and looked at his boss.
Almost as if Barry were holding back a hiccup, he could feel himself suppress a wave of… whatever it was in his throat begging to be let out… then a second time…this time it heaved him forward in his chair, drawing the attention of the table. Barry clamped his hands over rubbery lips. It was too late, his own face rebelled, pushing his hands away as a muzzle exploded out, and his already longer ears flopped into silly looking donkey ears. But all that mattered to him was the pressure seemed to be gone. He sighed in relief.
“Sorry sir. Continue please.” Barry said in a ridiculously deep voice that sounded like it was coming from his toes.
“Barry, let’s take a moment, shall we. Why do you feel the need to pull this? Is it something I did, do you want to prove something? Why are you interrupting this important meeting right now, with these good people that took their time to show up? Explain yours--” The CEO’s eyebrows arched. Barry was holding his hands over the fake donkey muzzle again. “What are you doing?” He asked, losing patience.
His whole body trembles with suspense as he started to lunge forward rhythmically. Vibrating especially in his throat. Finally, it started to hurt, and he let his hands fall away. “HEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” The sound was unmistakably real. But the relief was immediate for Barry. He smiled widely.
“Barry, YOU’RE FIRED!!!” he screamed red faced at him pointing his finger. The rest of the attendees started clapping and cheering.
“No I’m not...I found a mate!!!” Barry said in his deep voice standing up happily.
“Have fun Barry. We certainly will here without you.” he said nonchalantly waving him goodbye.
Barry just shrugged and waggled his ears. “No problem. I get to spend more time with Sally now.” Barry didn’t even bother to go to his car, he needed a walk. He flexed his hands, they were stiff and unresponsive. But this was a good thing. Now he just needed-yes! The fingers were merging together, nails a shiny black. The nails slowly covered his hands and squeezed them into a more proper shape, leaving him with two shiny black hooves on the end of his hairy arms. He could feel his feet stiffening too, but he needed to make it to Sally before it became to hard to walk, so he pressed on. He could hear a distant bray as his mate was calling out for him. Just for him. Man, was he lucky!
Sarah slid out from an alley way. “Hello there, Barry. New hairdo?”
Barry ran his arm as best he could over the spiky mohawk he sported. “Yes, do you like it Sarah?” He asked hopefully in a deep, rather dull voice.
“No.” she said flatly.
The words hit Barry like a ton of bricks. His ears drooped. “W-why?” He said, a slight sob to his voice. If Sarah didn’t like his mohawk what would Sally think?
“I know what you need to do! Sally loves dirty donkeys! If only there were a trash bin around here…” she said gesturing to the dumpster behind her.
“But that smells of human stuff. Sally won’t like that. Isn’t there another waEEEEE-HAWWWWW! To get me dirty?” Barry asked, ignorant of the bray breaking into his speech.
Sarah hesitated for a moment and took in the mutant. Aside from the lack of fur, hind legs, and proper stance, maybe he did want Sally. If he was that changed she couldn’t have her revenge. It’d be cruelty to animals. There was only one way to test it. “Barry, how about we go to your… favorite place? We can get you dirty in more than one way.” she asked him.
“Oh thaAWWWWWWt sounds good.” Barry said..
Sarah guided Barry to the rough part of town, neon lights blazed the streets with multicolored lights. She knew he had many mistresses, and knew just the place to find them. They walked into a building with three X’s on the sign. “Here we are.” she said.
He looked at the naked women on stage. But a moment he felt a stirring in the back of his mind, but it quickly disappeared. “What are we here to see?” He asked Sarah.
“You don’t recognize Britany over there?” Sarah asked pointing to one of his mistresses.
“I do. What is your point?” Barry asked, cocking his donkey head.
“And what do you think of her?” she asked.
“She’s ugly.” Barry said plainly. “Something is missing.”
“And what would that be?” she asked.
“Mmm….A nice ropey tail. Some floppy long ears… a huge rear end…” Barry said wistfully.
“Well, at least you want two new things… I’ll tell you what, I know someone with those.” She said.
Barry wasn’t done. “Yeah all those things. Plus some strong hooves...luxurious fur to rub against. A petite, yet long muzzle. One that will bray it’s love to me…” He finished, smiling widely.
Sarah could see a hint of Barry, but even that was clearly asine. It would not be fair to toss this donkey into the street like she had planned. This was no longer the man she knew as the boss that had mistreated her. “Come on… Jack. I have a friend for you to meet.”
Barry looked at Sarah as if he’d seen a ghost. “What did you call me?”
“Jack, you’re a jack now.” she said.
“Jack. Jack is a better name than Barry.” Suddenly a tear rolled down his increasingly fuzzy cheek. “Sarah?” He asked, deep voice breaking.
“What is it?” she said.
“I remember something. Was...was I MEEEEEEE-HAWWWW!!!” He let the bray out and continued. “Was I mean to you?”
“Very, and a lot of other people.” she said.
“Heeeeee-hawwwwwww…..” Barry let out a sad bray. “I’m...so...Hawwwwwww….sorry. I was bad.”
Sarah let out a sigh. Alright, this is a donkey, not Barry. “Come” she said.
Barry looked up. “You’ll still show me this friend?” He asked hopefully.
“Of course, but you need to be ready.” She said as she pulled out her spell book. She was about to chant the final spell, but the dull look on Barry...no Jack’s face told her all she needed to know. A small smile tugged at her lips. Her animal spells pulled out the inner animal of those she cast them on. The donkey bite had just been the catalyst. But she hadn’t expected just how far this would go. Usually people panicked. But not Jack. That meant there was some small part of Barry that was soft. The simple donkey mind had clearly taken hold of that and pushed the hard, douchebag human out. “You know what, nevermind.” She said, rubbing him behind an ear.
“Nevermind? We are still going right?” Jack asked, worried.
“Oh, we are.” she said. They left the club.
Jack smiled widely, flexing his stiff toes in his shoes. “What’s she like?” He asked wistfully as they headed towards the park.
“Exactly how you described her.” She said. She wasn’t doing this for Barry, not at all. She-wait. Maybe she was doing this for Barry. At least a part of him. His human body was just the template for Jack. She couldn’t create an animal mind from nothing. The human mind needed to change. The fact that Barry had recognized Britiany, and yet wished she had donkey features told her all she needed to know. The donkey part of his mind was in control. She smiled at the changing human.
“What are you happy about mistress?” Jack asked, noticing his owner’s smile.
“I’m happy I have a new friend.” she said with a smile.
Jack smiled widely, an extremely goofy expression with his finally complete muzzle. Suddenly his huge ears perked up. Before Sarah could say a word, Jack let out a loud bray and then seemed to be listening intently.
He heard a bray back. To the sound fur started to cover Jack, starting with his hands, it raced up his arms and went over his chest. It flowed over his body next his hips, then his legs.
“Go” Sarah said.
Jack was horribly itchy though. “Mistress….itch.” He said, trying to scratch at his chest with his hoof tipped, too long arms. There were things covering him!
“That’s fur silly.” She scratched his stomach for him “Now get down on all fours, you donkey.” she said.
Something clicked in his mind and he stopped itching for a moment. “Sally...is...donkey?”
“Yup.” she said “The one you wanted.”
Jack let out a joyful bray. But then started itching again. “Stuff...cover fur!” He said in distress.
Sarah helped him out of his shirt and trousers. “Donkey’s don’t need clothes, that better?”
But the now bare, two legged donkey was staring, transfixed, at a jenny a few yards away.
“Go already.” she said playfully.
Jack wobbled up next to the donkey and drank in her scent. He could feel himself growing heavy, both in body and mind. Things were becoming so simple. He looked at his hind hooves, trying to balance his now huge upper body. Suddenly Sally nudged him in his back and he fell forward onto his front hooves with a soft thud.
Sarah bent down and looked in his eyes. They were dull, brown, equine orbs. The donkey that had been Barry lipped through her hair. Before nuzzling up to it’s new jenny. Sarah stood up, satisfied. This had started as revenge, but in the end she had reformed Barry more completely than any therapy session ever could. She could make a profit off this, and find some lonely animals companionship at the same time. Come to think of it, she knew a girl who was a real...well….that’s for another day!
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As a whole, your writing technique is definitely improving. You have a few minor grammar points you might need to strengthen, for example, whenever you are beginning or ending dialogue with something along the lines of "he said," you use a comma either just before the quote starts, or just at the end of the quote depending on the position of the phrase. There are also one or two places where you lapse back into first person instead of third person with your narration/exposition. You've definitely gotten better at differentiating between the characters and their actions from some of the earlier pieces I've seen you publish.
If there's one thing I would name here that could use improvement, it's the contrivance of the story. A boss just wanting to be mean makes the piece a little forced, especially since there are labor laws against this type of thing. Without proper evidence, your witch could easily bring him to court with a major lawsuit and win, so her magic wouldn't be needed. If the boss were more crafty about it, then there wouldn't be such an issue. For example, paid witnesses, doctored video, things like that. Also, leaving food in a fridge doesn't constitute disorderly conduct. I know the point was for him to be unreasonable, but a man who's been in that high a position in a company for that long would know what a landmine he'd be stepping on with this woman if he fired her for the reasons you listed. And since he takes pleasure in getting rid of things he doesn't like, even if it's an irrational dislike, he'd probably take pleasure in showing her false evidence that looks convincing and condemning, like the possibilities I listed earlier.
The scene with the restaurant was interesting. I appreciated the physical changes as time went on, though I admit I was a bit surprised at how quickly he shifted to the no meat mentality. I was half expecting him to feel sick from the meat first, or to taste it and find it was disgusting to his changing taste buds. Also, I'm surprised there wasn't a little more concern shown on the part of the wife at the drastic alteration of her husband's physical appearance with the gut. I would recommend using something along the lines of "but chicken's always been your favorite. Is something wrong, honey?" And possibly a scream with a "honey, your stomach. What happened to you?" Unless of course, the magic was making this seem normal to her while the spell was in play, in which case it might not be a bad idea to have Barry look at it from his perspective and be upset and possibly afraid over what's happening even as he slowly becomes more like a donkey in body and mind, especially when the meeting takes place with his superiors on the board. The sudden and outright rejection of his wife and her accompanying reaction also seemed a little rushed to me. She's his wife. She has rights. I don't think she'd just storm out of the house without taking her things and leaving more than a little bit of a reminder to her husband of her.
The CEO meeting was also a little strange in the fact that the company viewed it all as an elaborate prank worthy of firing Barry. I can understand that for the tail and eating the papers, but once a full blown muzzle grows out of nowhere, that should cause more than a few heads to turn in concern, shock, and/or fear unless, as I said above, the magic is making everyone see things differently. I know there's the fact many of the other men and women on the board and elsewhere would likely not mourn the loss of this man. Though, I have to admit, the CEO's reactions seemed a little unprofessional for him. I can understand being upset, but red faced yelling seems a little extreme. Most would simply say "you're fired" without batting much of an eye. Though if the CEO knew this man, I'm surprised he didn't express concern of such a sudden shift in character and mental processing. He might've told Barry to simply go home for a day or something to sort things out in his head, or see a doctor/psychoanalyst.
I think the instincts and mental shift were a little rushed/forced, but that's a personal opinion/preference.
I did particularly enjoy your description of physical changes. You've gotten very skilled in describing how they would feel for the reader, which draws us in. As a whole, this is a great story. I see potential for it to get even better than it is now, and I look forward to seeing you continue to grow as a writer in the future, especially as you flesh out your characters and their personalities through their words, appearance, as well as action. Keep writing,
born2beagator You're going to go places.
If there's one thing I would name here that could use improvement, it's the contrivance of the story. A boss just wanting to be mean makes the piece a little forced, especially since there are labor laws against this type of thing. Without proper evidence, your witch could easily bring him to court with a major lawsuit and win, so her magic wouldn't be needed. If the boss were more crafty about it, then there wouldn't be such an issue. For example, paid witnesses, doctored video, things like that. Also, leaving food in a fridge doesn't constitute disorderly conduct. I know the point was for him to be unreasonable, but a man who's been in that high a position in a company for that long would know what a landmine he'd be stepping on with this woman if he fired her for the reasons you listed. And since he takes pleasure in getting rid of things he doesn't like, even if it's an irrational dislike, he'd probably take pleasure in showing her false evidence that looks convincing and condemning, like the possibilities I listed earlier.
The scene with the restaurant was interesting. I appreciated the physical changes as time went on, though I admit I was a bit surprised at how quickly he shifted to the no meat mentality. I was half expecting him to feel sick from the meat first, or to taste it and find it was disgusting to his changing taste buds. Also, I'm surprised there wasn't a little more concern shown on the part of the wife at the drastic alteration of her husband's physical appearance with the gut. I would recommend using something along the lines of "but chicken's always been your favorite. Is something wrong, honey?" And possibly a scream with a "honey, your stomach. What happened to you?" Unless of course, the magic was making this seem normal to her while the spell was in play, in which case it might not be a bad idea to have Barry look at it from his perspective and be upset and possibly afraid over what's happening even as he slowly becomes more like a donkey in body and mind, especially when the meeting takes place with his superiors on the board. The sudden and outright rejection of his wife and her accompanying reaction also seemed a little rushed to me. She's his wife. She has rights. I don't think she'd just storm out of the house without taking her things and leaving more than a little bit of a reminder to her husband of her.
The CEO meeting was also a little strange in the fact that the company viewed it all as an elaborate prank worthy of firing Barry. I can understand that for the tail and eating the papers, but once a full blown muzzle grows out of nowhere, that should cause more than a few heads to turn in concern, shock, and/or fear unless, as I said above, the magic is making everyone see things differently. I know there's the fact many of the other men and women on the board and elsewhere would likely not mourn the loss of this man. Though, I have to admit, the CEO's reactions seemed a little unprofessional for him. I can understand being upset, but red faced yelling seems a little extreme. Most would simply say "you're fired" without batting much of an eye. Though if the CEO knew this man, I'm surprised he didn't express concern of such a sudden shift in character and mental processing. He might've told Barry to simply go home for a day or something to sort things out in his head, or see a doctor/psychoanalyst.
I think the instincts and mental shift were a little rushed/forced, but that's a personal opinion/preference.
I did particularly enjoy your description of physical changes. You've gotten very skilled in describing how they would feel for the reader, which draws us in. As a whole, this is a great story. I see potential for it to get even better than it is now, and I look forward to seeing you continue to grow as a writer in the future, especially as you flesh out your characters and their personalities through their words, appearance, as well as action. Keep writing,
born2beagator You're going to go places.
I figured that might have been the case. I was the same way when converting from RP to regular written format. Sorry if I seemed too pushy with the last comment. Or shook you up a bit. Heh. I really am enjoying your work. Though my favorite has to be the one where Asinus changes the kids into donkeys.
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